Someday you’ll realize who pours the coffee when you yawn;

Or who always has a dry sleeve for you to cry on.

Who opens the door when you need a place to crash in;

Who cheers the loudest when you stand up to sing.

In time you will know this poem was for you;

And also this shirt, because I know you love blue.

But until them I am in this precarious state

I hold my heart by a string, awaiting its fate.

I deserve more than your kindness, but kindness will suffice.

When you do figure out where I stand, please be nice.